"I want you to show me. If it's not too big, I'll fuck you. If it's too big, I want you to fuck me anyway."
I felt a goofy grin crawl across my face. I hadn't expected this to happen. I had just come over to see Ms. Owens in a swimsuit. Now I seemed to be on the cusp of losing my virginity.
First things first. She wanted to see it. "We'd best get out of the water, then," I suggested. Standing up our torsos in the water, only a portion of my cock broke the surface.
I guided her to the shallow end. I let her take the steps first, admiring her plump ass waggle back and forth in her pink bikini bottoms. I followed after, my hardening shaft leading the way.
Once standing on the wooden deck of the pool, she turned to face me. Her eyes locked onto the massive shaft. For a time, Julie had kept careful measurements. But the slightly upward curve of my cock made it tricky to accurately measure with a straight ruler. Once it clearly exceeded the ruler, she stopped bothering altogether.
Of course, what Julie always thought particularly extraordinary was its thickness. "Once when some of my girl friends were swapping size stories, I told them I'd once given a hand job to a guy that big around," she'd told me, forming a circle with both hands. "They all thought I was making the whole thing up. And you're even thicker now."
I guided Ms. Owens hands to my shaft and coaxed her fingers around it as best they could reach. She squeezed against the rigid pillar, coaxing a thick pearl of precum out of the tip. It tumbled off the edge and splattered on the wooden deck below.
"So, uh, what do you think?" I hoped desperately that she hadn't changed her mind.
I felt a goofy grin crawl across my face. I hadn't expected this to happen. I had just come over to see Ms. Owens in a swimsuit. Now I seemed to be on the cusp of losing my virginity.
First things first. She wanted to see it. "We'd best get out of the water, then," I suggested. Standing up our torsos in the water, only a portion of my cock broke the surface.
I guided her to the shallow end. I let her take the steps first, admiring her plump ass waggle back and forth in her pink bikini bottoms. I followed after, my hardening shaft leading the way.
Once standing on the wooden deck of the pool, she turned to face me. Her eyes locked onto the massive shaft. For a time, Julie had kept careful measurements. But the slightly upward curve of my cock made it tricky to accurately measure with a straight ruler. Once it clearly exceeded the ruler, she stopped bothering altogether.
Of course, what Julie always thought particularly extraordinary was its thickness. "Once when some of my girl friends were swapping size stories, I told them I'd once given a hand job to a guy that big around," she'd told me, forming a circle with both hands. "They all thought I was making the whole thing up. And you're even thicker now."
I guided Ms. Owens hands to my shaft and coaxed her fingers around it as best they could reach. She squeezed against the rigid pillar, coaxing a thick pearl of precum out of the tip. It tumbled off the edge and splattered on the wooden deck below.
"So, uh, what do you think?" I hoped desperately that she hadn't changed her mind.
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